Dream poem 110 He is Not There

An old house
It is terribly haunted
each room is filled by memories and spirits
it is acutely overwhelming 
in this museum house
I hold hands with my love 
all the way round.

On the way home I lose him in a crowd
I cannot find him
I wait
he is not there
I retrace my steps
he is not there
I am distraught.

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